She is reluctant to grow into herself
Since the childhood taught her to fear
Her dreams and ideas were wrong
Not the right line, colour and song.
She is petrified by the empty shelf
of the memory that holds nothing dear
and she speculates that it won’t be long
before her darkness moves along.
She is hesitant to seize her might
Not used to be what she was meant to.
But the tide is coming regardless
it’s time to set scores and harness.
She is doubtful but to her delight
The apathy is something that won’t do.
It will be painful to leave her fortress,
but her fated ascend will be flawless.